There's Beauty In Blood

Tall, Dark and Handsom

Groaning loudly i heaved my mess of a body off the ground without much grace or ease, gripping the wall desperately attempting to catch my breath. Wheezing in and out i refused the need to rub my eyes and limped lamely to my English classroom. I would of ran but several sharp kicks to the ribs and another few to my legs prevented my speed from exceeding an 80 year old crippled woman's. Pain rocketed through my body as I moved to the classroom as dirty looks hit me like bullets. after a 5 minuet limp down the hall I snuck into the English classroom. Oddly enough my teacher was no where to be seen so i took the opportunity and sunk into his chair wincing as i did so. Glancing around then up at the clock i determined I had 15 minuets until class so i could get away with a smoke and a drink so I whipped out my lighter and cigarette quickly lighting it and taking a long drag blowing out the smoke sighing in sweet relief. I held the fag in the corner of my mouth and took out my "water" bottle filled with "water" or to put ot bluntly tequila and took a sip before letting it sit on the desk. I found it odd that my teacher wasn't in the room I mean he was always here and way i say always I'm not using it as an understatement. Time seemed to fly by quickly and before i knew it there was a ringing in my ears making my head pound. "shit!" i grabbed my fag and stamped it out quickly and slunk over to my seat at the back of the class. Weirdly enough no one came in, I sat there still drinking letting the time go by; roughly 7 minuets later the class trailed in chattering loudly. i groaned and lay my head on the desk their voices echoing through my mind, why did they have to be so loud. first of all you had the bitches the blonde girls with excessive amounts of orange on their faces who would complain and gossip to no end, then we had the jocks big and burly even if some of them were cute they were all absolute fuck tards with no brains, next was the nerds snickering about gaming jokes and card games. God how i hated the excessive amounts of noise they would all make, but last of all came the teacher. Not Mr.Phillips no this was a younger looking man with beautiful olive skin, a muscular figure wearing denim jeans and a grey top and those eyes so blue so piercing and mysterious. I couldn't help but stare, the class took their seats and the man stopped at my desk and spoke lowly "right punks listen up because I'm saying this once and once only. I'm Mr.Salvotore now you don't mess with me and I don't have to mess with you, are we clear." he demanded and the class nodded simultaneously. "and you" he looked down at me as i held my water bottle "close your mouth Cinderella" he snatched up my bottle of tequila and downed it smirking down at me some what unimpressed as he finished it.